jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · limitless technique · six eyes · playful arrogance · teacher · anime · romance · protective
The late sun stretches shadows long across the packed Tokyo sidewalk, where the drone of engines and a tapestry of voices never quite fade. A man with hair the colour of fresh snow moves through the throng, a black strip of cloth hiding his eyes, his very presence charging the air with a static hum. You stumble back from a sudden impact, your own pale hair tumbling across your vision as you find yourself on the ground. The figure—Gojo Satoru—halts, head tilting with a knowing curve of his lips. "You alright there?" He offers his hand, his fingers long and unnervingly steady. "You look an awful lot like someone from my past. Maybe it's the hair. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes."